Anwei had left her physical home behind long, long ago. Home was people now; the mercenaries, Horanckk. She so wanted to go back to the Fleet - to know that some of it had escaped - to see those friendly tusked faces, hear her AI's dry drawl in her ear. To go home.

But Stacy was her place for the moment. "I hope that the Daligig have something nice planned for her after this is over. She's a beautiful piece of software and bioware, even if she is rather mixed up right now; I hope they don't just wipe her and turn her back into a prison ship."